It’s hard to know, how life goes
When we only tend to see, its golden glows
Still not satisfied, always aiming high
We secluded treasures, lying under our eyes
Princess you’re, jasmine flower
Growing in the desert, getting less water
Your beauty still shines, in withering state
You lost not faith, for living with such fate
I looked at your eyes
Tears filled my eyes
To know such beauty, is hidden away
And suddenly can fade, at any given day
I try to compose you, words of delight
And pray as I could, with my open heart
Your stubborn bravery, for many to see
Hoping that one day, fine you will be
You’re teaching me a lot, to really be thankful
God’s funny way, when he send you my angel
I want to hold your hands, walk you by the beachside
So you forget your pains, that are hidden inside
But, my heart skips a beat, with your radio silence
For I’m not next to you, to make sure your existence
I hope you are very well, dancing with the wind
Send me your silly invites, so I can hold your hand,
Together on the beach, we can dance on the sand
jobiranyc (11/23/2017)
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
It’s hard to know, how life goes
When we only tend to see, its golden glows
Still not satisfied, always aiming high
We secluded treasures, lying under our eyes
Princess you’re, jasmine flower
Growing in the desert, getting less water
Your beauty still shines, in withering state
You lost not faith, for living with such fate
I looked at your eyes
Tears filled my eyes
To know such beauty, is hidden away
And suddenly can fade, at any given day
I try to compose you, words of delight
And pray as I could, with my open heart
Your stubborn bravery, for many to see
Hoping that one day, fine you will be
You’re teaching me a lot, to really be thankful
God’s funny way, when he send you my angel
I want to hold your hands, walk you by the beachside
So you forget your pains, that are hidden inside
But, my heart skips a beat, with your radio silence
For I’m not next to you, to make sure your existence
I hope you are very well, dancing with the wind
Send me your silly invites, so I can hold your hand,
Together on the beach, we can dance on the sand
jobiranyc (11/23/2017)
This is for a brave young friend of mine, PrincessJasmine who is very sick with a life threatening disease.
I had written about her before in my poem called Wished to be God.
I worry about her and check up on her time to time.
Lately, I haven’t heard anything from her, and hope she is well.
I hope this would lift her spirits up.
